It is strange being a Stay-at-home-Dad. For instance a chant of "ihopeiwinatoaster, ihopeiwinatoaster" floating up the basement steps. My nearly seven [eight] (now nine) ((now ten)) [[eleven]] {twelve} year-old twin boys concoct, devise, arrange, invent, write, say, imagine and dream the damndest things. Things that make me wonder. Ideas and stories that I may think on for days after I encounter them. I'll share some here. They made me do this.
Essential. Childhood. Nonsense. Explained.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Cherish Is The Word

I've been thinking a lot about where I am going with this thing, considering who the audience might be, wondering what they might take away from this, wondering what I might take from this, asking myself why I am going to the trouble? I came up with some good answers:

1. I wanted a place to sort of archive some of this stuff, you know, in case of fire or, in case something gets... thrown away (like that ever happens).
2. I really think this stuff is interesting and, frankly I laugh out loud at some of the absurdities around this house.
3. My kids are cute and smart and clever and... witty and insouciant and precocious and... well you get it.
4. I thought it might force me to write a few hundred words a day, think about my life, which it has.
5. "thestupidassshitmykidsdo" was taken and, honestly, it doesn't have the tone I was going for.

Of course then the whole thing exploded in my head (as thoughts are apt to do in my hyper mind) why do we do this, we parents, we teachers, we shapers of the ones to come, we "big guys?"

And then I remembered this:

"Thank you Mom for everything you do. You have the warmest smile and heart. Nick" (I used my special child to adult decoder ring I got several years back with boxtops from pullups, I think it was. Handy gadget.)

And I remembered this:

Happy, ain't it?

There are two observations here; I don't count for diddly and, that's why we do it. That's why we work so hard and love so completely; why we sacrifice so much, why we cherish so very, very deeply. You know what I mean don't you?

I hope I don't come off as disrespectful to them in any way, that's been an axiom for me from the start: respect your kids. I hope I don't embarrass them, well, too much, to like necessitate therapy or anything. Nor do I wish to reveal to much about them or my family, but, that is a line I have yet to determine.

But I will, and do, and shall always, cherish them too much. That what we "big guys" do.

From Marci's '...things you don't expect to hear from the backseat...'